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jeremystherapeuticmassage · 11 months ago

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the-neat-leaf · 2 years ago

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From Acupuncture to Turmeric: How Alternative Medicine Can Ease Rheumatoid Arthritis Pain

From Acupuncture to Turmeric: How Alternative Medicine Can Ease Rheumatoid Arthritis Pain An autoimmune disease that affects the joints and produces inflammation and pain is called rheumatoid arthritis. Many patients with rheumatoid arthritis are turning to alternative medical practices for additional relief, even while conventional medical therapies like medication and physical therapy can help…

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mothhball · 8 months ago

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for your drabbles requests: either jonathan or neil with a girlfriend on her period? i'm definitely projecting bc i'm on mine, but...whatever. maybe a little smutty if period sex doesn't gross you out? 😋

HOME REMEDY

Pairing | Jonathan Crane x fem!Reader

Warnings | SMUT, PERIOD SEX, p in v sex, established relationship, pronebone

Summary | you’re going through it. Lucky for you, you have a very helpful boyfriend

Words | 1.7k

Notes | Thanks for the request!!! I hope this doesn’t feel too rushed <3

MINORS DNI

"You look like you're trying to melt into the carpet," Jonathan muses, leaning against the couch with his hip as he watches your sprawled-out form on the floor. You groan in response, almost getting comfortable before another cramp makes you wheeze and turn onto your side so you can curl up.

"Maybe I am..." you grumble, placing your hands over your lower stomach in an attempt to soothe the pain. Jonathan walks over to gently nudge your leg with the side of his foot, and for a moment you feel like roadkill that he's searching for signs of life. Then again, you really do feel like someone hit you with a car.

"It's bad today, huh? Come on, let's get you more comfortable." You work together as a team to peel you off of the floor, and his hands are gentle as he leads you into the bedroom.

"Are you up for a massage?"

It's almost embarrassing how quickly your eyes light up at the offer, and he huffs out a chuckle. Your expression is answer enough, so he preps the space and puts a towel onto the mattress to prevent the oil from getting everywhere. Once he's done, he steps close to you for a quick squeeze, and as his arms are wrapped around you, he murmurs into your hair. "I'll go get you the cherry pit pillow, just lie down." You nod in response, reluctantly stepping back from the comfort of his body against yours to sink down onto the mattress, rolling over to lie on your stomach. The bedroom is quiet and warm, and the sheets still smell like your favorite detergent since you just changed them yesterday. For a moment, you’re lost in thought before another burst of pain makes you grimace.

The distant beeping of the microwave signals the impending arrival of pain relief, and you turn your head just in time to watch Jonathan pop his head into the room with a quirked brow and the warm cherry pit pillow in his hands. “Still alive? Good. I would’ve been annoyed if I did all this for nothing.” A smile tugs on your lips, and you gratefully take the pillow from him, placing it under your stomach so you can lie on it. Immediately, the warmth seeps into you, soothing the aching muscles and the organ that’s literally shredding itself on the inside.

“Thank you…” you sigh, meeting his sass with sweetness, which causes his sky-blue eyes to soften with silent affection. Jonathan grabs the bottle of oil from the nightstand before he climbs onto the bed with you, carefully straddling your thighs to reach your entire back. With a soft groan, you manage to tug your shirt off, and Jonathan rewards you by running his hands over your skin, feeling around for the tension in your muscles. He tuts, shaking his head as he caresses you. “Seems like I have my work cut out for me.” You nod in response, letting out a squeak when the cold oil is suddenly poured onto your back, but Jonathan’s hands are quick to follow, warming you right up again. He patiently works out the knots in your back, massaging your back from your shoulders all the way down to your lower back, and you moan into the pillow, feeling like clay beneath his touch as he kneads the stiffness out of your body.

But it seems like you’re not the only one enjoying the massage. After a while, Jonathan’s fingertips carefully tug at the waistband of your sweatpants, and when you turn your head to look at him from over your shoulder, you’re blessed with a perfect view of his rosy cheeks. His eyes meet yours, and he licks his lips before he swallows. “Can we..?”

Your eyebrows raise, and you prop yourself up on your elbows. “But… the mess?” you ask, pleasantly surprised when he huffs and shrugs off your worries.

“I don’t care,” he decides, setting his hands on your hips and gently circling your skin with his thumbs. “We have a towel, don’t we? And it’s all natural, so don’t worry about it. I’m not grossed-out, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He leans down, kissing the top of your head, and his grip on your waist tightens a little before he lets his hands wander a little. You can tell he’s getting riled up. He’s getting touchy.

“Alright. Hold on, I’ll be right back,” you promise, slowly getting up from the bed to head into the bathroom and freshen up a bit. Leaving your sweatpants and underwear in the hamper, you return to the bedroom bearing one of Jonathan’s favorite gifts – Your entire, very much naked body on display just for him. His eyes light up, and he welcomes you back with open arms, maneuvering you back onto your stomach with the cherry pit pillow beneath you. The warmth is even more intense now without your clothes in the way, and you let out a soft groan that becomes a little louder when Jonathan places open-mouthed kisses down the length of your spine.

“I’m oily, Jon –“ you gasp softly. He answers with a soft bite to your shoulder, and you can hear the rustling of clothes and the clinking of metal as he undoes his belt and undresses completely. His hands return to knead your flesh, and he leans down a little to whisper into your skin as if he’s directly speaking to the heart that’s beating within you.

“Shush. I don’t care. God… you’re so pretty. So perfectly human.” Jonathan lets out a sigh of relief as he eases his cock into your heat, eyes falling shut and lashes fluttering against his cheeks. He’s being slow with you. Careful as he pushes himself further into you, as if you’re a piece of fine porcelain that he’d cause to shatter with an overeager thrust. You hold onto the sheets, relaxing into the mattress as you’re gently squished between the warmth of your boyfriend’s body and the heated pillow. Once he’s fully sheathed inside you, he pauses once more to kiss and lick at your neck and shoulders.

“Tell me when,” Jonathan murmurs, rubbing a thumb up your lower back to make your muscles relax even further. Soon enough, you’re a comfortable puddle beneath him and give him the green light, much to his delight. He shifts to lean over you a little more, resting his hands next to your head as he pulls out almost completely to slowly push back inside. A light moan slips from your lips when his length rubs up against the fluttering walls of your pussy, making you feel every vein and throb. It’s a far cry of your usual sessions with him, and even softer than the lazy morning sex you often manage to talk him into.

“How does it feel?” he asks, setting a patient rhythm with every roll of his hips.

“Full…” you whine, turning your head a little to see him better. “But nice… It’s helping.”

You can tell this pleases his ego, and his lips pull up into a self-satisfied smirk as he leans down to murmur into your ear. As always, with this close proximity, the rich purr of his voice sends a shiver down your back.

“Mhm, I’m just your favorite painkiller, huh? You won’t even need ibuprofen once I’m done with you.”

This draws a little chuckle out of you, and Jonathan is delighted by the noise, brushing his nose against the crook of your neck before he kisses all the way up to your chin. His thrusts speed up a little, and he holds you close, sneaking one hand under you to reach for your clit. You gasp as soon as the pad of his index hits the spot, feeling how your body responds and your muscles squeeze around his cock. The weight of his body against yours, the warmth of his skin, and his soft breaths and moans in your ears couldn’t feel more heavenly, and you can feel how the tension in your core is starting to build up into a gentle crescendo with every circle he rubs around that delicate bundle of nerves.

“There we go, sweetheart. You’re squeezing me so well,” he praises softly, nipping at your ear as you turn your face to moan into the bedding. Jonathan picks up the pace, making sure to thoroughly fuck the tension out of your body, and as your orgasm washes over you, he grabs your hair to pull your head out of the sheets. He wants to hear you. Wants to see how your face twists with pleasure and relief as he slowly fucks you through your climax.

Letting go of your hair, he straightens up again, kneading your hips as he approaches his own release. Your pussy is still clenching down on him, and for a man who’s usually so composed, he looks quite disheveled at this point. And he knows it. Something feels different this time. Maybe it’s because the sex is so gentle, maybe it’s because you’re literally letting him in at such a vulnerable time, maybe it’s because the needle finally drops that, yes, he really wants this relationship to last.

Fittingly, it’s that pang of fear – fear of commitment that sends him over the edge, and he clenches his teeth as his cock spills his cum into you with every throbbing pulse.

The bedroom is quiet for a moment as both of you enjoy the buzz of endorphins and the smell of each other’s skin. Jonathan looks at you. Really looks at you. And he realizes how big your role in his life has grown over the years. Into an undeniably fundamental aspect of his existence. The fear in his stomach calms the moment you turn your head to blink up at him, blissed-out and smiling.

“Thanks for the help, Jon.”

“Anytime, love. Anytime.”

He brings his face close to yours once more, capturing your lips in a tender kiss and when he pulls back, it’s only by a hair. Like he can’t stand a bigger distance right now. Jonathan’s lips pull up into a tiny smile, brushing against yours as he speaks.

“I’m glad you let me be your home remedy.”

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lokisrealpurpous · 9 months ago

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cramps

loki x reader with endometriosis

warnings: mention of blood, mentions of periods, extremely bad period pain.

lokis fiancé has always struggled with her endometriosis, the pain leading her every month to passing out, throwing up or sometimes even in hospital and he dreaded knowing there was nothing he could do, but he finds a way.

this is for all my endometriosis girlies , as someone who has it themselves I wish it was spoke about more and that doctors didn't neglet it so much, getting forced to go on the pill and never given a remedy since 10yrs old is a horrible experience. My heart goes out to you all. If you'd like more like this, maybe small headshots of him looking after you in hospital or how he reacts when you faint, then please send requests or comment x

Loki's pov

I had arrived late from the mission I had so desperately been trying to get back from after seeing the 4 missed calls and 18 text messages left from my fiancé. I couldn't check the messages, being in a jet so high up there was only little WiFi, which was all being used by stark, so I sat in the back anxiously, merely muttering a word as i begged the trusted gods above me to keep her safe before I get to her.

I knocked gently before bursting into our bedroom, I was frantic and worried, adrenaline rushing through my veins before I stilled, seeing her lay on the bed, curled around a hot water bottle. Her face was flushed red, and her teeth were gritted. Her hair was a mess, and the blankets her tangled around her. The pill bottle on the side was empty, and the sickbowl on the other was not.

"heya dove..."

I whisper, slowly coming up beside the bed, pulling down some of the blanket that covered her pale but flustered face teasingly before sitting beside her, bringing her weak form in my arms and kissing her forehead.

"is it your cramps?"

I whisper again, running my hands through her knotted hair, untangling it gently.

She nods slowly against my chest, finally looking up at me so I could see her entire face. It was tearburnt and swollen.

"Oh darling..."

I take her face in my hands, rubbing her cheek softly with my thumb. I lift her up, bringing her further into my lap and wrapping my arms around her waist as they find her lower abdomen, I massage the area gently while kissing her neck.

"This good?"

I mumble and she nods again, leaning against my chest. I felt the guilt twist in my stomach that I wasn't able to get here earlier during her flare up, I was proud she managed to find her medication and get herself a sickness bowl, but the thought of her having to do all that while in absolute agony, then to be sick without me to hold her hair and rub her stomach, i never wanted to leave her side again.

"I was fine."

I hear her croak out.

"I don't always need my knight in shining armour my love, I know how to take care of myself."

I let a sigh of relief before kissing her neck, still massaging her lower stomach.

"I know princess, I just worry."

She chuckles, turning her head up to kiss my lips, then laying between my legs, her head resting on my chest, humming as I eased the tension in her belly.

It didn't take long for her fall asleep on top of me, and not long for myself either once switching off the crystal lamp beside us.

your pov 2:27am

I sat up, taking in the shadows of darkness that surrounded me as I reached across my lover's body to turn on the bedside lamp.

my hand flies to my mouth as I let out a groan of pain, not at all wanting to wake loki up, then slipping out of his embrace towards the bathroom until I realised the sheets and my brand new baby-pink nightgown.

'shit shit shit'

I mutter, stood in the middle of the dimly lit room, clutching onto my stomach as tears begin to well in my eyes.

I cover my mouth with both my hands now, pressing hard to stop the sobs escaping. The pain was unbearable as I held onto my dresser, my new gown and sheets were stained crimson, loki layed right next to the mess on our mattress, I had no medication left and I would not make it down the stairs to make myself a bottle.

wake him up.

I kept telling myself, but I couldn't bring myself to do so.

Before I could act upon a single thought, however, a wave of nausea crashed over me as the pain stabbed at my stomach, feeling as if my uterus was collapsing in on itself. I desperately ran to the toilet, holding onto the seat and puking into the bowl. My stomach churned and tightened as I gagged.. another meal rising up my throat.

Every spiralling worry stopped when I felt his hands run through my hair, pulling it out my face and using the band that was in just in his hair to tie mine in a tight ponytail.

He knelt beside me, rubbing my back and whispering things I couldn't make sense of at the moment with the pain still cursing me.

"Loki..."

I sob, gagging over the toilet but not being sick.

He continued rubbing, kissing my head and making sure I'm sat comftable, I didn't even realise how he had put me in his lap.

"nghh.."

I groan, holding onto my stomach, my hands gripping and the area and pulling and pushing, I didn't know what I was doing but I just wanted the pain off... I couldn't bare it...

"Lokiiiiii"

I groan again, my voice strained in pain.

"P...please"

My voice cracks, tears spilling down my cheeks. Once he realised my scratching hands, he pulled them away slowly, replacing them with his own and massaging again.

I let out a whimper of pain.

"Shhh shh shh... trust me my darling, just relax"

He coos, rocking me side to side in his arms.

My eyes suddenly widen as I feel his palms heat up to the perfect temputure as he continues kneeding my skin.

I whine, leaning against him, the pain fading with every movement of his huge hands that now had mine wrapped around them. He dosent stop, just whispering words of affirmation in my ears and swaying me with himself as my eyes began to flutter shut, my body finally feeling at ease and calm.

"That's it..."

I hear him whisper as he lifts me in his arms, hands still on my belly..

"You're okay love, ive got you"

He says as he lies me in a bed, the sheets changed and fresh, and a new nightgown dressing my body with the flash of a small green light.

How he does it I will never know but I do know that him, and his mother's parenting, will always be there to guide me through terrible nights like this.

"I love you Lo..." I whisper as I feel my body sink into the mattress and a kiss on my lips, large arms wrapping around my waist.

"I love you more, my darling.."

He replies with another kiss, then turns the lamp off, keeping his hands on my abdomen throughout the early morning till dawn.

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7ndipity · 1 year ago

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Could you do something (fic or headcanons, whatever’s is easier) where Yoongi cares for his so who has chronic neck pain? My neck hurts so badly all the time, and sometimes it’s nice to imagine having someone like Yoongi there to help me manage things

Yoongi with an S/o with Chronic Pain

Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: I actually almost wrote an Ot7 post about this a few weeks ago, cause it’s something that I also deal with(mainly in my legs), but I got distracted with requests. This is kinda short, but I hope it helps!

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Requests are open

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Having dealt with the persistent frustration of his shoulder injury for all these years, he would be so sympathetic towards your pain.

When he comes home and finds you resting on the couch or bed, trying to ease some of the tension in your neck, he would be so gentle with you, asking “Is it bad today?” and wanting to know if there’s anything you need/want him to do.

It doesn’t even have to be directly for you at that moment, it could be something like taking the trash out or doing the dishes, anything to help save you some trouble or discomfort later.

His go to comfort for you would definitely be neck and shoulder massages, cause he knows they at least help a little bit.

I definitely see him researching different remedies/treatments and specialty support pillows to try and help you rest easier.

He’s a man of action, so he feels a little helpless sometimes when he knows there’s not much that he can do to ease your aches and pains.

He would be your biggest cheerleader tho on those days when you’re just feeling really tired and frustrated, reminding you that you’re doing your best and that he’s proud of you.

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thedelicatearcher · 7 months ago

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couldn't stop thinking about braiding finnick's hair after this ask, so i wrote this!

finnick odair lets you braid his hair

after the rebellion, finnick let his hair grow out. his once short and always-stylized hair was replaced by a beautiful long golden mane that cascaded over his shoulders. at first, he didn’t think much about his hair, neglecting it and just letting it grow. but after noticing it getting damaged and constantly tangled in knots, you decided to intervene.

after preparing some homemade remedies to help restore his hair’s health, you headed to his home and sat him down to work with him. “don’t fall asleep on me, odair,” you scolded him with a playful tone as you massaged his scalp and hair with warm coconut oil. “mm,” he grumbled, almost succumbing into the arms of morpheus, “just keep doing your magic.”

as you waited for an hour for the oil to work before you had to rinse it out, you talked to him about some grooming habits he needed to adopt. “i’m going to forget them, sweetheart,” he told you sincerely, “you know i’ve never been good at routines.” looking at him, even in this state, was entrancing. his hair was up and covered in the white liquid, he was only wearing his cotton deep blue shorts, and he was looking at you with a sweet, shy smile. ever since the rebellion ended, the look in his eyes had gotten softer, more relaxed. “i can help you with that,” you blurted out, too bewitched by his green eyes to care if it was extra work for you. anything related to finnick would never be a burden for you.

rinsing his hair was relaxing for both finnick and you. the warm water traveling through his scalp made him let out a quiet sigh, and the gentle touch of your fingers in his hair was making him drowsy.

you loved brushing finnick’s hair, cherishing that you were one of the few people finnick trusted so dearly to let you do it. it was always challenging to avoid pulling his hair during the nights he invited you over, as several knots and tangles had formed from spending most of his day helping rebuild the district and fishing to sell at the market. however, you were always gentle, careful to not inflict any pain on him.

at times, he would let you braid his hair or put it in pigtails, sitting on your bed as you managed his golden locks with experienced hands. when he went out, he happily showed off his hairstyle to everyone he encountered, proudly telling them you had styled it. when you braid it, he loves to joke around, grabbing branches that resembled a bow and an arrow. “watch me, i’m the girl on fire,” he would say as he shoots an arrow into the sky. he loves having the same hairstyle as you, playfully warning you that someone might confuse you with him. he absolutely hates ponytails, he feels his face is being pulled back and he gets in a bad mood.

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randomprose · 1 year ago

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“Tian, come on. You’ve been in your office the whole day.” Guan Shan appears by the doorway with a frown on his face. “I’m leaving for work and you’re still cooped up in here.”

“Cheng wants these documents tonight. I need to finish this.” He Tian runs his fingers through his temple, massaging the pain that’s been pulsating in his head for the past couple of hours. “Don’t worry about me, alright? Take care and drive safe. I’ll probably still be here when you get back,” he mumbles the last part.

“At least turn on the lights here. You’re gonna wreck your eyes working in the dark.”

“Don’t. It’s fine. I work better in the dark.”

“You’re having a headache because you’ve been staring in the screen the whole day in the dark. Why are you—”

“I said I’m fine!” He Tian shouts, head whirling to glare at Guan Shan poised to switch on the lights. The pain has now traveled to the back of his eyes. “Jesus, Guan Shan. I’ll finish sooner if you stop bugging me. Go to work already and leave me to finish mine peace.”

Guan Shan doesn’t say anything but He Tian does catch him working his jaw and the tick of his eyebrow. Telltale signs that he’s pissed. He hears more than sees him leave and on any other time, He Tian would follow him with apologies already falling out of his lips. But this is an important assignment and the sooner he finish it, the sooner he can make up to Guan Shan for being an asshole. He knows he’s only looking out for him and He Tian already feels like a massive cunt for throwing that on his face considering how rare he shows worry.

He Tian waits for the sound of the front door slamming but it never comes. Instead, Guan Shan comes back to He Tian’s office and enters it instead of just lingering in the doorway like earlier.

“Get up,” Guan Shan says, tone harsh. “Get the fuck up.”

He Tian turns to look at him, half sorry but still pissed at being interrupted. He glares, dark eyes hard like granite as he growls, “Mo Guan Shan, I swear to god—

“I said get the fuck up.”

Tonight, Guan Shan has decided he will be the one doing the coaxing.

Guan Shan hauls He Tian up by the arms and he only has time to suck in a sudden breath before next thing he knows he’s being dragged across the hallway and into the living room.

“Momo, I—”

“Shut up,” he snaps and something in his eyes flashes that makes He Tian do just that. He Tian watches as he sits on the corner of the couch, legs crossed, and fluffs one of the throw cushions. Guan Shan places it on his lap and pats it. “Sit.”

He Tian sighs. “Momo, I really don’t think—”

“Will you just do as I say?”

He Tian does and obediently obeys when Guan Shan motions for him to lie his head on his lap.

Guan Shan successfully drags He Tian on their couch, comfortable now after years of use, easily giving and molding into their weight, no longer stiff and hard as when they first bought it.

The moment his head hits the pillow, He Tian lets out a long exhausted groan. A hand automatically comes up to clutch at his head but Guan Shan gently pushes it away and replaces it with his hands instead.

“Headache turning you into a bitch and killing you?”

“Slaughtering me more like,” He Tian sighs as he feels Mo Guan Shang’s fingers carding gently through his hair, massaging his scalp. “I think it’s fully morphed into a migraine now.”

“You want some meds?”

“No, no. I—Tch. The pain is still manageable. I don’t wanna be immune to them when it gets really bad.”

Guan Shan hums and in the next second, He Tian’s nose is assaulted by the smell of mint and camphor as Vicks is rubbed on his aching head. The smell of it relaxes him enough that he doesn’t mind the sticky substance getting in his hair. Not to mention the magic Guan Shan’s fingers are currently performing that’s chasing away his migraine.

“How come you always know what to do?” He Tian rasps, eyes closing amidst Guan Shan’s ministrations.

“I don’t,” Guan Shan scoffs. “This is just simple home remedy shit.”

“You know the important things,” He Tian’s voice has quiet to a mumble, the smell of camphor and the feel of Guan Shan’s fingers slowly but surely lulling him to sleep. “You know how to handle me. You know when not to back down.”

“I’ve had years of practice with your shittiness.”

“I’m sorry for yelling at you by the way. I didn’t mean to. It’s just…this assignment Cheng sent me it’s…it’s driving me insane.”

“It’s fine. I know. The migraine is already punishment enough for you.”

“You—” He Tian groans and it peters out to a moan when Guan Shan’s hand travels down, thumbs digging at the base of his skull, down his neck, and spreading out to the top of his shoulders. “You could say that again.”

“You want me to do your back too?”

“No, no. This is fine. I really don’t wanna get up right now. I’m really comfortable.” Another sigh as Guan Shan continues to work out the knots on his shoulders before going back to his temples. “But rain check on that back massage.”

They fall into silence as Guan Shan continues his ministrations, sticking to He Tian’s temples, his neck, and whatever of his shoulders he can reach with him lying down. He Tian slips in and out of consciousness and Guan Shan just lets him. He’s effectively turned He Tian into goo at this point.

“Thanks.” He Tian groggily reaches up and holds one of Guan Shan’s wrists. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

“Like I said,“ Mo Guan Shan leans down to plant a kiss on the top of He Tian’s nose, mindful of the Vicks on his forehead. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

He Tian wakes up to the low hum of the TV and Guan Shan’s fingers still gently carding through his hair. The apartment is dark save for the TV and the city lights reflecting from outside. The annoying pulsing pain between his eyes have dispersed. His headache is completely gone.

He smiles to himself as he indulges in Guan Shan’s nimble fingers still scratching at his scalp. Fucking miracle worker.

“I see you’re awake,” Guan Shan says, voice low matching the quietness of the living room. “How’s your head?”

“Fine now.”

Guan Shan is eating chocolate chip cookies straight out of the jar. He Tian opens his mouth for one.

“What time is it?”

“A little past 11 PM.”

“Shit!” He Tian hisses as he sits up. “Cheng’s documents. I—”

“It’s fine, doofus,” Guan Shan says shoving another cookie at He Tian’s mouth “I answered Cheng-ge’s call earlier. Told him you were knocked out. He wants the papers tomorrow by noon.”

“Fuck. How did you manage that?” The initial deadline was tonight.

Guan Shan just shrugs. “Sent him a picture of your sleeping face.”

“You—What?”

Guan Shan pulls his phone and shows He Tian the picture he took of him sleeping on his lap. His mouth is hanging open and it looks like he’s even—

“Fucking hell.” Cheng is gonna use that as ammo against him for at least months. “I’m gonna get you for that.”

“Bring it on, drooly,” Guan Shan smirks muching on another cookie.

“Wait. Aren’t you supposed to go to work? What about that VIP that’s coming tonight? Shit. I’m so sorry, babe. I completely forgot. I was too—”

“Ah, come off it. It’s fine. The restaurant is used to receiving VIPs. They can handle tonight without me.” He rubs his hands and wipes the cookie crumbs off on his sweatpants. “Besides, I don’t even like that guest.”

Guan Shan fixes the pillow on his lap and He Tian takes that as an invitation to unceremoniously slump back into it.

#19 days #tianshan #he tian #mo guan shan #writing #idk i like domestic tianshan #i think they deserve it #y'all know he cheng is sitting at his desk silently laughing at he tian's drooling sleeping face #he sends it to qiu and they have a laugh about it together #guan shan sends the pic of sleepy drooly tian on their gc and jian yi makes it their pfp #zheng xi calls he tian drooly for a week #old xian

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dullgecko · 3 months ago

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I'm back again with my chronic illness agenda :)

After most battles, half of the Bad Kids are usually out of commission for a bit until they are able to rest, regardless of how bad the fight actually was. Adaine usually crashes first, with migraines from all of the divination magic. Riz is notorious for pushing too far which causes the chronic pain in his hands to flare up, but it normally takes a few more minutes for it to really hit him. Gorgug usually keeps going long enough to make sure everything is wrapped up and everyone else is home safe, and then crashes really badly.

It wasn't until the night yorb trip that anyone else even knew about how much Gorgug crashed after fights. It wasn't that he was trying to hide it, he just genuinely thought it was normal for complete exhaustion to knock him out for hours/days after raging during a fight (the purple worm during the last stand had a lot to answer for in terms of the week long flare up that followed that particular fight).

He figured that raging took a lot of energy, and the halved damage had to go somewhere, so why wouldn't it end up in a level or two of exhaustion. (He wasn't technically wrong - first generation half-orcs were more prone to chronic fatigue and pain conditions, but that didn't mean it was normal).

They found out the hard way that using a greater restoration to remove that exhaustion was only a temporary fix, and the fatigue just came back twice as bad.

The second fight they got into during the Night Yorb quest was when they finally noticed. Their barbarian had been so thoroughly wiped out by the fight that he couldnt string two sentences together let alone operate a vehicle.

Gorgug was their designated driver, Fig was out of commission (she'd been hit by SOMETHING during the fight that had left her blinded) and NO ONE was going to let Fabian or Kristen near the wheel of the van. Adaine they might have trusted to drive but she was trying VERY hard not to throw up from the migraine that had come on after the fight.

They had to get all of them to the nearest town for an antidote for Fig (Kristens magic couldnt shift it but the locals apparently had a remedy) and with Gorgug too tired to drive it had fallen to the only other person they could trust behind the wheel.... and also the only person who couldnt see over the dashboard AND operate pedals at the same time.

While Gorgug tried to sleep off some of the exhaustion the rest of his party had done... surprisingly well. Yes the thought of their rogue using an elaborate array of mirrors, mage hand and nearly all of his strength to push down pedals was TERRIFYING if you thought about it too hard but he was actually really good at it. Riz may have looked like he'd run a marathon by the end of it with all the exertion but hey, he didn't crash or go in the wrong direction or have a panic attack and the van got to the town in one piece so he was doing better than the rest of his party in their attempts to drive.

Gorgug they'd woken up long enough for him to go inside and crash in an ACTUAL bed once they found an Inn. Kristen had taken Fig away to get her sight restored and Adaine had gone to take a very hot bath to try and ease her migraine.

Fabian had been left to pay for their rooms which he was happy to do because he felt rather useless at the moment with everyone else doing things. He did manage to find a job for himself though, when he returned to their rooms and caught Riz soaking his hands in a bowl of nearly scalding hot water in an attempt to ease some of the pain from overuse both during the fight and driving. The entire party had gotten very good at hand massages and Riz had almost fallen asleep while getting one by the time Kristen and Fig got back.

#fantasy high #riz gukgak #fabian seacaster #gorgug thistlespring #adaine abernant #kristen applebees #fig faeth

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billygilhooleyphysio · 7 months ago

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The Ultimate Guide to Remedial Massage for Office Workers Near Reservoir

In our increasingly digital world, many office workers find themselves spending long hours seated at desks, hunched over computers. This sedentary lifestyle often leads to a host of physical issues, commonly referred to as "desk job strain".

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doumadono · 1 year ago

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Emergency request.

Idk if this count as an emergency but I have been suffering from kidney stones for a few weeks. I still have the stone in me and I'm not allowed to go to the hospital until four months time. If the stone doesn't dissolve then I would have to be put into an emergency surgery to have it removed.. Which I'm terrified about.

The first week since I had the stones. I could barely sleep and I've been on the ground in pain for so long...

Is it okay if you do a hantengu clones comforting an s/o with kidney stones cause I wonder if there anyone out there with the same problems who likes the clones as well..

Hantengu Clones & s/o with kidney stones - headcanons

A/N: I can offer some general advice that might help alleviate some discomfort: drink plenty of water to help flush out the stones. Staying hydrated is crucial in managing kidney stones; over-the-counter pain relievers like ibuprofen might help with the pain; limit foods high in oxalates, as they can contribute to stone formation. I hope you find relief soon, and I wish you a swift and successful recovery!

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Karaku

Karaku finds pleasure in soothing his s/o's pain, his touch gentle and comforting.

"I'll make sure this unpleasant experience is as painless as possible," he purrs with a wicked smile, applying a warm compress to ease their discomfort.

Karaku insists on giving their s/o soothing massages, making the pain a little more bearable, and ensuring they're enveloped in a world of pleasure amidst the discomfort.

"You know, a little pain can make the pleasures in life even sweeter."

Sekido

Sekido is surprisingly gentle, channeling his anger into determination to help his s/o.

"You think a little pain can keep you down, weakling?" he grumbles, but there's a hint of caring in his eyes as he assists them with their needs.

His anger can be a source of motivation, and he's there to remind them that they're strong enough to overcome this unpleasant moments.

Sekido takes charge, researching remedies and natural ways to alleviate kidney stone pain.

Aizetsu

Aizetsu approaches the situation with a deep sense of empathy and understanding.

He speaks softly, "I know it's hard, but you're not alone. I'll be here for you, through the pain and tears."

Aizetsu helps them process their emotions, offering a shoulder to cry on and words of comfort.

"Your emotions are valid, even if all you can feel is sorrow and pain."

Urogi

Urogi's boundless joy is infectious, and he's determined to keep their spirits up.

"Don't worry, it'll be over soon, and we'll celebrate with something fun!" he exclaims.

He fills the room with laughter and optimism, reminding them that there's happiness on the horizon, and that they can overcome the pain.

"Imagine all the adventures we'll have once this is over!"

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sad-sweet-cowboah · 2 years ago

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Hello! Incoming Arthur x fem! reader request 🙏🏼

I got the idea from a little side dialogue where Arthur complains to Hosea that his back is sore and when Hosea offers to take care of it, Arthur declines lol.

BUT I was thinking that Arthur and reader are good friends. After noticing on their way back from a job that his back is a mess, she offers to massage him. He hesitates at first but obvi accepts 😏 maybe he lays down on the bedroll and she straddles him to massage him? or something tamer like he sits in front of her and she takes care of him that way?

The Guise of Night

Summary: Arthur got hurt and you decided to help him.

Warnings: Just your regular fluff!

Word Count: 3,057

A/N: I didn't die...again...I promise! I certainly hope this one lives up to expectations. It's your choice on what Arthur does next at the end...

“Arthur?”

The outlaw’s wayward thoughts centered him back to reality, at least the reality of the sharp, nagging pain that jabbed the very center of his spine with every other rhythmic hoofbeat as his horse trotted along. And unfortunately, that was quite often.

His attempt to be stoic about it was failing rather quickly in your presence, in case you were to tease him about how he received this injury; his faithful steed tripped over a tree root while running and sent Arthur flying—his landing unfortunately onto a sharp rock, enough to knock the wind from his chest and sending stars to erupt in his spinning vision. He’s of course had his fair share of falls, but this...this was by far one of the worst. It was by some stupid miracle he wasn’t paralyzed.

Admittedly, he’d reached behind him in attempts to soothe the tender swelling beneath his vest more often than he’d realized, thus clearly showing his discomfort despite being so nonchalant about it.

“You alright?” you asked, keeping your mare to trot in sync with him.

He sighed. No use in continuing to feign. “Rocks ain’t exactly soft,” he muttered. “Pretty damn lucky I didn’t break somethin’.”

You glanced at his lower back with a furrowed brow, and then back to him directly. “Do you need to stop for a minute? You look too uncomfortable.”

Shaking his head, he tilted his head toward the path ahead. “Nah, we ain’t too far out from camp now. No point in stoppin’.”

“If you insist then,”

The ride back to camp wasn’t even twenty more minutes. But to Arthur, it felt like hours. Even the slow, easy trot his horse maintained was almost too much. Still, he managed to make it back, albeit having trouble dismounting and bringing his normal supplies back into camp. The stiffness in his gait was all too noticeable, yet thankfully no one else but Hosea mentioned his discomfort.

And of course, Hosea with his expansive knowledge of remedies offered to help, but Arthur declined, stating he just needed some stew and a good night’s rest to be as fit as a fiddle.

Late that night, he wished he’d stocked up on some health cures when passing through Valentine earlier.

It was fairly late when he’d sat up from his failed attempts to sleep, rubbing his sore eyes and his even more sore back—and wincing. Without any immediate relief, he was definitely struggling more than he’d like to admit.

Perhaps a bit of alcohol was to help.

He leaned over his cot, reaching for the worn leather satchel rather slowly and stiffly, digging through the multitude of belongings until his fingers found purchase of a cool bottle neck. He grasped it and whipped it out, sitting up faster than he intended.

Arthur hissed out a swear vulgar enough to make a nun blush, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.

“Arthur? Was that you?”

He stiffened at his own name, then immediately relaxed after recognizing your voice. He then peered out from his overhang to see into the darkness. Silhouettes of tents and inky black trees in the background lay unmoving until your figure appeared in his sights.

Why were you up this late too?

“Yeah,” he responded quietly.

“Why are you up this late?” You asked, your silhouette moving closer to the wagon that housed his belongings.

“Could ask ya the same,” he joked, though the pain was clear in his voice. “Can’t sleep with this God-awful ache.”

You hummed so quietly he thought he imagined it. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he watched you step even closer, and the gleam of the half-moon reflected onto something in your hand. He at first thought you somehow had the same thought of late-night drinking, only to realize the bottle was much smaller.

“I found this,” you held up the bottle. As he opened his mouth to ask, you continued. “It ain’t a health cure, but it’s liniment.”

“Liniment?” He repeated with confusion.

“For muscle pain,” you clarified. “I got it from some fancy doctor down in Saint Denis.”

“You was bringin’ it over here?” He continued.

“Yeah…” you said, shuffling even closer so now that you were just barely under the canvas. “I couldn’t sleep so I was rearranging some of my stuff, then I found it. I wasn’t thinking you would be awake, just wanted to drop it off.”

He peered up at you—well, your silhouette anyhow, the faint silver moonbeam doinglittle to show him more than the soft billow of your clothing in a gentle breeze. He then reached over to his oil lamp, igniting the flame to burn at a low golden flicker. Your figure illuminated immediately—your torso draped in a fine silk nightgown, let your upper torso protected by a shawl. The bottle remained in your hand and you held it up, the liquid sloshing inside.

He plucked it from your hand, eyes skimming over the slightly faded label. It mentioned rubbing on the skin for instant relief. He’d heard about this but never cared enough to try and obtain it, since health cures were easier. “So I jus’ slap it on?”

You nodded. “I’ve used it myself a few times, works like a charm in taking the edge off.”

With a low hum, Arthur’s eyes swept over the bottle again. He supposed he could try it; it couldn’t hurt any more than he was. “Well, thank you.”

“Of course,” you said with a smile. “Uh...this may sound odd, but mind if I put it on for ya?”

His breath hitched at that. He of course wasn’t a stranger to women offering a service for him, usually a young bath girl in hopes to make a quick buck by providing sweet talk and a nice wash on the rare occasion he’d get to indulge. Fleeting moments that he’d soon forget about with a move to the next state over.

You were not as such, opting to ground your finances in a rather morally questionable way, just like the rest of them. He’d seen you shoot lawmen in the blink of an eye, pickpocket unsuspecting inebriated men in the saloon, lasso a wild Mustang and ride its bucks until the beast foamed and sleek with sweat, too exhausted to continue the fight. A woman of civilization would cringe at your acts.

Yet, that was the furthest thing on his mind.

A wild woman you were, but not without a tender heart. The kindness you’d shown him since you first joined was much more than he deserved, yet you never relented.

There was always that one question, “Why?” he asked.

“I learned a few massage techniques along my travels,” you explain. “Don’t have the occasion to use it often enough.”

“Uh,” his eyes swept across the trodden grass beneath his feet, a wave of warmth rushing to his face. To even perform something so...intimate, it seemed improper. But with the pain that didn't seem to alleviate, what further harm could it truly do? He finally shrugged and said, “Sure,” before handing the bottle back to you.

A smooth smile appeared on your lips, and you gestured for him to remove his shirt and lay down. He began to do so, rather slowly and awkwardly, knowing your eyes were on him as he revealed his top half for the first time, too afraid to even attempt to look at the damage in the mirror. Carefully he laid down on his stomach, skin prickling from the odd sensation of being...exposed...to you, in such a vulnerable position.

He heard you step closer, your presence hovering over him as you presumably observed his back. “Jesus, Arthur...” you murmured.

His head peeked up at that. “Can’t imagine it looks pretty.”

“Unless you call a bruise ‘pretty’,” you amusingly replied. “Surprised there ain’t any blood.”

“You n’ me both,”

The sudden touch of your hand made him flinch. Your fingers were surprisingly soft and light, dragging down along the expanse of his back, and halted right at the edge of his tender flesh. He tensed, waiting for the inevitable agonizing pain. Instead, your fingertip circled, still with featherlight pressure, around the area.

“Lots of swelling here...” you observed, before Arthur heard the unmistakable yanking of the cork from the glass bottle. A few seconds passed before cool liquid dripped onto his back.

Your palm rested on his spine before you began to move in a circular motion, each pass becoming bigger than the last. The liniment spread along easily, its cooling sensation spreading to soothe his angry wound. He released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, thankful the expected pain had been dulled.

What happened next was unexpected.

He felt his cot shift slightly with your weight as you straddled his thighs. His head shot up and his heart hammered, your name sliding from his lips in surprise.

“Shh,” you cooed, reaching to pat his shoulder. “Just relax, okay?”

This was completely new, and any other time he would have immediately stood and left. But your voice, your touch, soothed him just like this liniment was doing to his aching back. He had no reason not to trust you, after all.

He took a deep breath. “Okay,” he replied.

“Good, I’ll work up here first,” you patted his shoulder again, before both hands were placed against the swell of muscle on either side. The pressure was slight as you began to work, kneading and pushing along his body like bread dough.

Bath girls have done this countless times, but your technique was different. It wasn’t just rubbing, it felt much more complex; managing to hit every pit of tension he held. A twinge of pain that soothed itself almost instantly with just the right amount of pressure.

With each stroke he felt himself relax even more, so much that he could have melted into a puddle if it were physically possible. The breath he released rattled with a low groan.

“You alright?” You quietly asked, hesitant with your movement.

“‘Course,” he rasped. “Ain’t ever felt so damn good in my life.”

“Ah, don’t exaggerate,” you giggled lightly.

“I ain’t,” Arthur assured you. “Never had anything like this before.”

“Then you haven’t lived,” you replied, steadily moving to his mid back, dragging your palms perpendicular to either side of his spine. “The bath girls do a decent job, but nothing close to this.”

“No kiddin’,” he groaned, falling deeper with such ease. He couldn’t remember the last time he truly felt this peaceful, if at all.

The conversation quieted down as you methodically worked lower along his back, taking extra care to work out any “knots”, as you called them, to find that he was riddled with such. Every individual release felt like heaven; his own body almost gelatinizing beneath your capable hands.

Hell, if it hadn’t been for your occasional shift upon his thighs, he would’ve fallen asleep.

Although as relaxed as he was, he was still very aware of how you positioned yourself atop him. It’d been years since a woman had gotten this close without the temptation of money. You didn’t ask for compensation, instead just offered without a second thought.

He often wondered why you chose to be so good to him, Lord knows he doesn’t deserve it. Favors often didn’t come without a price in this world. Yet you never asked nor expected anything from him, an almost suspicious at first, yet pleasant, surprise.

The thought, however, crossed Arthur’s mind more than he’d like to admit.

But how would that appear to the others? To you? Would you get the wrong idea? Would you think he was sweet on you? What if you didn’t like it?

The sensation of your thumb grazing across a particularly thick knot spiraled him back to the present, a soft hiss sliding from his teeth.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured gently, the pressure lightening. “Is that better?”

“Yeah…” he sighed out, closing his eyes as the lump of tension dissipated. That was the relationship between the two of you, he thought. Him; a grizzled outlaw hardened by life’s woes. Then there was you…a unique combination resulting from the world’s cold abrasiveness, yet still retained a gentleness that belonged to a more civilized pathway, a balance to soothe his rough exterior.

You were…nothing short of amazing.

His entire body flinched involuntarily when you’d reached low enough to handle his injury. Your hand stopped at his sudden jerk, hovering just above the bruised skin.

“Easy there,” you cooed, your voice still soft. “Let me know if it’s too much…” a tender graze navigated the swelling. Though still sore, the liniment allowed it to be bearable.

He breathed, slowly, attempting to convince his body to relax once again. “Go on,” he rumbled. “Ain’t gonna get much worse.”

The pressure was slight, almost like a tickle. The movement was different, though, circular and drawing outwards rather than the constant crisscrossing of your previous paths. It almost seemed as if you were drawing a sun on his back.

“This is just to aid the swelling,” you explained, his unasked question now answered. “It opens up more space for drainage.”

Seems like massage was much more than just relaxing folk. He had to wonder where exactly you learned this from, and why you chose to rough it as an outlaw rather than living a much more comfortable life with such valuable knowledge.

So he decided to voice it. “How come you ain’t makin’ money on this somewhere else?”

You giggled, sliding your palm through the very core of the pain and to the side, as if attempting to drag it away. “You mean, ‘why not satisfy countless men with my hands when I’d rather be here?’”

You were good at reading his mind sometimes, perhaps too good. It wasn’t exactly his intention, but the thought of you doing this to a stranger didn’t settle right in his belly. “Uh…” he huffed, trying to keep from bracing again.

“Perhaps I could, should I decide I’m done sleeping in the dirt and robbing rich folk of their precious pearls,” you continued, the smile audible in your voice. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Arthur chuckled. “Wouldn’t exactly call this life, ‘fun’.”

“It has its moments,” you replied, “Especially when Dutch’s brute of a Lieutenant gets a drink or two and loosens up.”

Arthur snorted, turning his head to give you a sideways look. “Now I ain’t always a brute.”

“Course not, not when you have some booze,” you joked, grinning down at him. “You’re a lot more fun that way.”

“Y’ think so?” Arthur drawled, a smile of his own tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“From the escapade I heard you had with Lenny,” you recounted. “Stirrin’ up enough trouble for the lawmen to chase you outta town!”

“I made it out, didn’t I?” he chuckled. “Honestly, I might’ve gone too far that night...all for the sake of forgettin’ ‘bout Micah.”

“Well...it ain’t very often we get to let loose, you know?” you said. “Shame we can’t do it more often.”

“Would be nice,” Arthur agreed, though internally cringed at the memory of that night in the saloon. “…Maybe.”

“Well, wouldn’t be bad if it was just you and me,” you say thoughtfully. “I’d keep ya in line.”

“That so—” he groaned and tensed as you hit a particularly sore spot.

Your pressure lightened significantly, easing him back into a state of relaxation. Your hips shifted and he could feel your presence hovering closer over him, your breath just ghosting along the shell of his ear as you whispered, “I know I can…”

For whatever godly reason, this action manifested a knot in his belly. A knot that stirred an emotion he’d locked away so long ago, it was almost foreign. His heart began to pound. Not out of anxiety, but a rare excitement.

Just as the feeling began to swell, you seated yourself back to your original position as if you’d never moved in the first place, focusing right back to his injury.

Arthur was left breathless, his mind abuzz. Why on earth did that happen to him just now? He wanted to ask what exactly you meant by that, but deep down in his gut, he knew exactly what it truly meant.

How was it that you out all people would elicit such a wayward thought when he’d attempted to hide it for years? You…a woman of such strength and kindness and a spitfire attitude who would boldly refuse a comfortable civilian life to live in the dirt with the rest of them.

It seemed as if he’d answered his own question.

“You doing alright?” You asked, breaking his train of thought.

“Uh…” he hesitated, wondering what to say next. “Sure.”

“Pressure too much?”

“Nah,” he shook his head lightly. “Jus’…relaxin’, is all.”

The exact words were lost to him. Hell, there was no proper form of thought to even remotely describe the tornado whirling and wreaking havoc in his mind currently. Confusion, happiness, contentedness, nostalgic, and maybe even…forlorn.

It never truly occurred to him just how much he missed the essence of intimacy, having convinced himself he was unworthy and undeserving. Still is, really, how you willingly offered to cater to his comfort was still a complete mystery to him.

“May…may I ask you somethin’?”

There was a slight pause in your movement before you continued. “Yeah?”

“Why are ya doin’ this for me, really?” He inquired. “Coulda jus’ left me with that concoction.”

A small giggle curled into the still air like fine smoke. Your hands smoothed up his back and back down, gliding through his muscles with no effort. “Well, I suppose you might already know,” your tone held a slight playfulness to it, like a teasing child.

And just at an instant, your weight disappeared from him. He blinked and turned to look at you as you straightened the ruffles from your nightgown. You peered up and smiled innocently at him, except the telltale gleam in your eye held another story. “See you in the morning, Mr. Morgan,” you say, swiveling on your heel to sidle towards your sleeping area.

He had half a mind to tell you to stay. Instead, he muttered a flustered, “thank you,” before attempting to redress his torso.

#Arthur Morgan #Arthur Morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan x female reader

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xoxothesubwayfugitive · 1 year ago

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Severus takes Lucius farther

“I want you to take this, Lucius,” he said, uncorking it and pressing it to Lucius’s lips without preamble. Lucius opened his mouth easily. “Now roll over on your front, crawl up to the pillows. That’s good.” Severus admired the stripes he had left on Lucius’s perfect, unblemished skin again, and then ran a finger down the row on one side, then the other. Lucius cried out but it was tempered somehow. Sweet. His hips raised up in reaction.

This is a continuation of the fic Against the Glass I have posted here before, but it features a much stronger element of dubious consent as well as sex and submission while under the influence so please consider that before going ahead!

Lucius was not watching Severus. He had managed to get to the bed and tip backwards, and he was laying there close to the edge with his heels on the bedframe, his knees bent up in the air. One arm was draped across his face.

“Are you hurt?” Severus asked, approaching him. He rested a hand on one of his knees. Lucius was so beautiful when you stopped to look at him like that, drawn out taut. His muscles had grown a bit sinewy in age, but they were still there, all defined, and his jaw was tensing in concentration on some unspoken feeling.

“No. I like it. But I can’t go back to Narcissa –“

“I’ll heal it before you go, don’t worry. But we have plenty of time still. The sun’s barely gone down.”

Severus stripped off his shirt, now damp with his sweat and Lucius’s, and changed it for a long dressing gown in a dark pattern, although he let it hang open. Then he went to stand between Lucius’s legs, lifting and massaging them while he observed his state of mind. He was breathing regularly, slowly, but didn’t seem to have returned to a typical headspace at all. Severus thought that if he offered the other man a pacifier in that moment he might take it and suck, and curl over on his side. Instead, he rummaged in his bedside table for a vial of swirling dark liquid.

“Feel so fuzzy,” he muttered. “My feet…”

“You’re going to lose feeling in your feet, and everywhere else. It won’t last long – you’ll fall asleep in a minute, and then wake up as yourself. You can’t imagine how good you’ll feel. I’ll wake you when it’s time to go.”

Severus finally laid down behind Lucius on the bed, and rolled him slightly to his side. There were other ways to heal someone, much less ethically dubious ones, but he couldn’t resist the temptation to put Lucius however much farther down into subspace.

“My cock,” Lucius whimpered into his pillow. He reached his hand down, touched himself, and then yanked it back. Severus knew that was from the feeling of numb on numb, not any real pain. But yes, his cock had become hard very quickly again, and was pressing into the mattress at an odd angle. Severus freed it and then began to stroke him.

“So soft,” he whispered as he did. “So pretty. How does this feel?”

“Severus, please…” Lucius choked on a groan. “I don’t feel right. I feel it all over me.”

“Yes, it’ll do that. I’m going to let you cum into my hand, and then you’ll probably pass out.”

“No, just let me sleep, please. I’m not – I can’t do more.”

Severus had taken the potion before, although without a guide. It really was an old remedy for flesh wounds, one that made you dizzy for a moment before you relented to sleep, but had been mostly phased out for that use when better solutions with fewer side effects came along. But that was not before people had discovered its mind-bending sexual uses – the way it sent the user to a hazy place where the edges of their body blurred into the very air of the room. It was frightening to orgasm under its spell. Severus had pushed through it while sitting in his armchair, trying not to lose the feeling of the cushion under his legs as the approach to orgasm made him feel like he was on a falling broomstick. He remembered everything perfectly when he woke up, 10 hours later, drenched in the murky sunlight filtered by the lake water and covered in dried cum. There was no hangover, no medical reason not to take the drug occasionally. Just the memory of yourself slipping into a delirium of desperation, and the question of whether you could live with that.

All this was how Severus wanted Lucius. Clinging to him, hoping for the best. Trying not to fall off the edge of everything he understood.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

Lucius nodded. His mouth seemed to be stuck open by then, perhaps seeking something to fill it.

“Tell me.”

“Spinner.”

“Do you want to say it again?”

He shook his head, his entire body starting to writhe as Severus continued rhythmically fondling him. That was all it took. His light touch was going to feel like lightning on Lucius’s skin.

“I want you reduced to nothing,” Severus told him. “I want you to lay here limp and wrung out and confused, knowing I’m all you have.” Lucius’s cock jumped in his hand. “I know you like it, little one. I know you want to be out of control.”

“Severus…Severus, I can’t…”

“You will. You will cum into my hand. I’m telling you to.”

He hadn’t planned on fucking him again. He had doubted he would be able to. But Severus was hard enough to at least slip inside, and he knew the memory of that would be something Lucius would never forget. Lucius was still ready for him, plenty stretched and lubricated.

“Take your hand back and hold your asshole open, Lucius. Don’t cry about it. I know it feels strange.”

Lucius did as he was told, and then muttered a little stream of “oh, oh, oh” as Severus inched forward into him.

“Oh, Daddy,” he finally moaned, and Severus almost saw stars himself. That must have been drawn out of the very depths of his partner.

“See how you need to be filled? I should have something inside you all the time, really. I could have you so docile with a cock up your ass, one only I could take out.”

“Can I scream?” Lucius said in his smallest voice yet.

“Yes, Lucius.”

But he didn’t scream, not yet. He continued take those little mincing breaths, his eyes squeezing tighter and tighter shut as again, his mouth fell open.

“I do this for you, you know that, Lucius? All of this is for you, to take care of you. To put you in your place. No one else will do that for you, will they? No one else understands that you need to be taken in hand like this.” And that was all true. Severus did this because he saw the need in Lucius’s eyes, and because he loved him. He thrust forward again; Lucius’s voice raised in reply.

“Da– sir, please…”

“You can call me Daddy, Lucius. You already said it once.” He tightened his hand around Lucius’s cock, and began to pull up hard on the head. “Tell me what it feels like.”

“Too full. Swollen. The back of my neck…” Lucius shuddered hard and curled in on himself. “I can’t do it.”

“You’re about to. Can you feel my cock inside you? All the way inside?” Lucius nodded. A strangled sound left his throat. Severus latched his lips under Lucius’s ear and rolled slightly over him, almost forcing his cock down into the mattress again. His hips were beginning to snap – maybe he would cum again after all.

“I can’t see. I can’t – Daddy, please, I’m so…it’s too big. Why does it feel so –“

But then Severus gave the final, dizzying pull, and Lucius came all over his hand and the bedspread, finally truly shouting out in the intense tingling bliss that overcame him. He both felt and couldn’t feel, and he was vaguely aware that he was sinking very slowly away from the room and from the arms that were wrapped around him. Severus was saying things he couldn’t quite hear, things that sounded so loving and soft he wasn’t sure if they could be real. And he was still deep inside him, and Lucius wanted him to stay there forever. But as he thought that he could feel the pressure changing, and Severus’s breathing shift louder, and then he was empty and warm liquid was dripping all over his ass and back.

Severus rolled away slightly to admire it. Although he was not under the potion’s spell, he was somewhat shocked at himself and how much he had been able to cum again, choosing that time to mark Lucius with it over the red lines that were already beginning to fade as the potion did its work. He took the hand that was still gently fondling Lucius’s cock and ran it through his own cum, and then put his sticky fingers up to Lucius’s mouth, allowing him to suck for comfort as he fell asleep.

“So pretty like that,” he soothed. Lucius’s eyes flickered open once, wide and trusting as they searched for his lover. “All covered in your cum and mine. So desperate for it.”

The suckling was beginning to weaken, and Lucius’s muscles were going slack. Severus groped behind him on the nightstand for his wand and vanished the cum on Lucius's back, and then gently placed his hands there and rubbed, waiting for all the tension to go. It wasn't a minute before he became completely supple under his lover's hands, and Severus drew a blanket up over him. He wasn't tired himself, although he intended to lay there a moment longer, pretending he was really his.

Please go leave kudos and check out chapter 1 if you enjoyed this!

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rebornologist · 11 months ago

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Greetings!

I was wondering if u could write some headcanons of gokudera (khr) with a chronically ill s/o (struggling with exhaustion, migraines and joint/bone pains)?

Absolutely understandable though if you don't feel comfortable writing this though.

Regardless I wish you a day as wonderful as your writing! :)

Hii anon! Thank you for this idea, I love talking about Gokudera.. I honestly don't know too much about these chronic illness symptoms, aside from my experience with some friends.. so these are not super specific, but here are my thoughts!

♡ Hayato Gokudera & a chronically ill s/o ✧

no warnings this time, yippee!

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Gokudera is our post-trauma stress-induced stomachache girlie, so he understands just a bit how hard it is to be hugely impacted by something that you cannot really control, but he’s fairly supportive of your management efforts and coping mechanisms.

He took a minute to be more mindful of his volume when his partner has a migraine, because he can be pretty loud, especially when he’s too excited about seeing them to check his volume. After he gets the hang of being quieter around his partner when they’re having migraines, he begins to expand that to anyone or anything else in the area. It’s a bit much.

He’s the type of person to enjoy lounging around with his s/o’s head in his lap, and him just silently reading a good book (his favourite creature feature of the time) until his partner feels a bit better. As he grew older, he learned to value quality time more as he got busier with more serious work stuff.

Physical touch is a big enough love language for him that he would be willing to help them massage whatever they need him to for comfort or easing the pain, though joint pain can be difficult to handle. His hands are calloused and rough, but he has a dedicated pocket where he quickly and quietly slips all his rings into, before stretching out his fingers and offering to apply pressure where it's needed.

He always offers help verbally or asks for his s/o’s confirmation before doing anything, even if it’s a routine thing that they do together, and even checking in to make sure that what he’s doing is helping at all. Some people would say that he should know what to do without asking, but he wants to be sure that it’s what they need in the moment, and he also.. just enjoys the exchange.

There are times when he may see his partner as too ailed by their chronic pain and might even be a little overbearing. How much is too much? It’s your call, but he’s probably gone there. Communication is key with Hayato, he’s prone to overthinking and shutting down if he feels that he’s done something wrong. It’s because he’s so full of love and care for the people that he’s dedicated himself to. It might weigh on him more than they'd like, because he just wants so badly for them to live comfortably.

He would feed his s/o better than he fed himself, probably. He’s only a little into the Eastern medicine thing but believes that there has to be some remedies to manage the symptoms and is fairly keen to try out more hollistic approaches. He feels all warm and fuzzy whenever his partner shares that they’re feeling generally better lately and will vehemently stick with whatever had the greatest positive effect, which can be a bit of overkill.

He'll go on walks with his s/o if it helps with their joint pain, and will make sure that they have the most peaceful and unbothered stroll, even if it means he has to mean mug everyone else that walks by. Enjoy the scary dog privilege :) If his partner does the thing where they lie on their back and elevate their legs, sometimes he'll walk in when they're doing it and use it as an opportunity to plant a few little kisses on their face. He will absolutely join if they requested, also. He's also not completely pain free as he ages and yknow.. puts his body through the wringer more, especially in his back, so it helps him too!

I love him, I think he would be the bitch wrapping his fingers in salonpas after he develops bomb-constructing induced RSI. He's too young to smell like an old man with his cigarettes and ointments... anyway, I'll stop projecting. many many love, ghostiee ♡♡

#khr #hitman reborn #khr headcanons #katekyo hitman reborn #khr x reader #khr imagines #gokudera x reader #gokudera khr #gokudera hayato #gokudera headcanons

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